Into The Cornfields

Driving through the south, no need to stop for gas
 That's all taken care of, by the gas man
 Some of it is very beautiful, and some of it has scars
 And some of it is ugly, as a bigot in a bar
 Driving through the south by car, me and Bonn and Charlie B
 The night makes us stop, by the side of the road for tea
 I stare up in the distance, a branding iron is stuck up in the night sky
 It's in the shape of America, and it's in flames, but I'm not sure why
 Into the cornfields
 Into the cornfields
 And we know a secret, it happened some time ago
 A woman killed a man here, she was in a travelling show
 Burlesque you could say, with breasts and body beautiful
 But serpents appeared from her shoulder blades, that's why the people come
 Into the cornfields
 Into the cornfields
 Into the cornfields
 We don't we don't we don't want to go
 We're in Virginia now, it's so beautiful and green
 Hill and valleys and opens skies, yes, it's the best we've ever seen
 We're still sitting by the roadside, waiting for a sign
 Yeah me and Bonn and Charlie B, together for a time
 Into the cornfields
 Into the cornfields
 Into the cornfields
 We don't we don't we don't want to go
 Into the cornfields
 Into the cornfields
 Into the cornfields
 We don't we don't we don't want to go back there